Cutting Edges

[Intro] [Verse 1] Scissors glide through colored paper, Laughter spills like acrylic rain. Eyes meet beneath the table, Brushstrokes hint at hidden games. Crafting hearts with careful fingers, Silk and thread, a whispered dare. Every snip a double meaning, Tangled yarn in midnight hair. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t say it—we just make it, Art and ache blend into gold. Scissors sharp, the tension breaking, Secrets fold, unfold, unfold. [Chorus] Cutting edges, paper hearts, Craft our love in stolen parts. Scissors in the dark, they dance, Artistry and romance. [Verse 2] Glitter stains the kitchen counter, Mosaic lips on porcelain cups. Hands collide, a spark ignites, We sculpt the fire, never enough. [Bridge] Pinking shears and pulse points racing, Canvas stretched, a breathless vow. Every stitch a silent tracing— *Are we making art or making now?* [Chorus] Cutting edges, paper hearts, Craft our love in stolen parts. Scissors in the dark, they dance, Artistry and romance. [Outro]